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Volume IX 



June, 1930 

No. IV 

Published four times durir 

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Editor-in-Chief -------- Harriett Donlevy 

Literary Editor - - - - - - -- Kenneth Cameron 

Assistant Literary Editor- ------- Mary Ryan 

Business Manager -------- Howard Davee 

Assistant Business Manager ----- GiLDA Cappannari 

Athletics (Boys) -------- Delmo Enagonio 

Athletics (Girls) -------- Katherine Davis 

Art Editor ___------. Muriel Anderson 

Exchange Editor - - - Laura Cappannari 

Assistant Exchange Editor - - •• - - Emma Wirzburger 
Alumni Editor ---------- Nancy Sears 

Jokes Editor - - - - - - - - - Thelma Birnstein 

Assistant Jokes Editor ------- Elmer Collier 

School News Editor - Ruth Perrier 

Assistant School News Lois Davee 



Ether-Wave Music ________ 3 

Crowds ---------- 3 

It May Be Called Trite - - 4 

Trials of a Student _ _ _ .. _ _ _ _ 5 


A Forgotten Tune -------- 6 

Ode to Departure ________ 6 

A Sonnet ---------- Q 


The Oregon Trial ________ 7 


Imprints On The Western Plain ----- 8 


Benediction _________ 10 


Class Poem --------- 12 

Class History - - - - - - - - -13 

Class Will ---------- 15 

Class Prophecy --------- 17 

Class Pictures --------- 20 

TRACK PICTURES -------- 35 


EL ESPANOL - - 37 

LE FRANCES --------- 39 

EXCHANGES --------- 41 

ATHLETICS - - - - - - - - - - 42 



Professor Leon Theremin gave 
a recital of his ether-wave music 
in Carnegie Hall on March second. 
He has given several public demon- 
strations heretofore, and now 
plans a recital tour. He played 
Tschaikowsky, Schumann, Bach, 
Handel, Schubert, Raphael, and 
others, utilizing four instruments 
and instrumentalists in combina- 
tion and separately. 

Facing an instrument which 
resembles a radio receiving set, 
Professor Theremin makes passes 
with his hands and evokes music 
on his higher-pitched instrument 
corresponding in tone to that pro- 
duced by the violin. Here for the 
first time we have an instrument 
for the making of music without 
the usual accessories of strings, 
horsehair, reeds, and the like. 
Professor Theremin states that it 
is comparatively easy to play. 

One wonders what influence on 
the musical world these instru- 
ments would have if they were 
manufactured a la Ford at reason- 
able prices. Would they tend to 
displace such instruments as the 
violin? In order to play upon the 
average instrument, particularly 
upon the violin, the player must 
expend hours and hours upon 
technic. This has been the Water- 
loo of thousands who have essayed 
to explore the musical seas. If this 
obstacle could be removed, if the 
reformer could express his crav- 
ing for music at once, what would 
be the result? 

It would seem that such an in- 
strument would find a ready sale. 
The modern trend is to make the 
acquisition of knowledge and skill 
as painless as possible. We have 
always felt that, for music to have 
a real meaning to people, they 
should participate in making it, 
thereby exercising the ego. One 

of the reasons for the wide-spread 
use of the automobile is the fact 
that anyone can learn to drive one. 
And that much of the pleasure of 
riding is in driving cannot be de- 
nied. Therefore an instrument 
that anyone can play upon might 
prove a boon to music. 

H. Beauregard '30 


At the fashionable resorts, one 
sees them, eager, restless people 
in search of that intangible thing, 
Pleasure. With their faultless 
speech, impeccable dress, and lux- 
urious environment, they aptly 
typify the often-scorned yet in- 
fluential wealthy class. Crowds of 
them, ineffective and selfish. They 
throng to the famous watering- 
places of Europe, to the vast 
stretches of sandy beaches lined 
with lounging, sun-tanned idlers, 
to the cool, green mountains, and 
to the white-capped Alps. 

Crowds of them, slovenly women, 
indolent men, and unkempt chil- 
dren; they are found in the stuffy 
tenements overflowing with hu- 
manity. They exist in the slums 
of every city, with barely room to 
move, slouching along the squalid 
pavements. The average individ- 
ual recoils from them, — yet they 
are happy. Here French rubs 
shoulders with Russian, Italian 
laughs with the jocular Irish. 
There are no barriers such as 
nationality and creed to these 
people. They mingle with perfect 
equanimity in their crowds. 

Crowds of little children, ra- 
diant and laughing, smelling fresh- 
ly of clean soap and water, playing 
in a broad, shady park. Their high- 
pitched, clear voices ring out as 
they jostle one another, or tumble 
on the soft grass. Fond mothers 
gather on benches to keep sruard 
and chat with neighbors. These 
cherubic youngsters form as pleas- 


ing and colorful picture as would 
delight the eye of any Raphael. 

Throngs of women, perspiring, 
weary, tired, petulant, clamoring 
around a much-advertised bargain 
counter. With wild animal in- 
stinct, they shove each other ruth- 
lessly, snatching and discarding 
the articles on the table. Large, 
bulky ladies with wheezy move- 
ments push and elbow their way 
closer. Angular persons squeeze 
into incredibly small openings, 
amid groans and muttered phrases. 
Exasperated salesgirls hurry to 
and fro, answering endless in- 
quiries, counting change, and ex- 
changing misfitting garments. The 
hot, stuffy atmosphere reeks with 
nerve-wracked, fatigued humanity. 

At the theatres, in dance halls, 
on streets, at bridge parties, on the 
boulevards, one sees them. Crowds, 
some pleasing to see, some excit- 
ing curiosity, some repellant, 
some pitiable. All members of one 
great Fraternity, all under one 

Solitude, which poets often 
eulogize, is all very well at times, 
but it may be depressing and even 
terrifying. There is something 
about a crowd, vivid, pulsating 
with life, that attracts like a mag- 
nate. There is a feeling of com- 
panionship and freedom when 
mingling with a crowd, to feel that 
everything is alive, to have every 
nerve tingling with anticipation. 
They are found everywhere, of 
every race, — crowds. 

E. Harriet Donlevy 30 


"I'm on the shelf, saving myself 
for you." 

Alas! and alack a day! How 
weary the hours are. How dreary 
everything looks to me. How true 
are the words, "Pride goeth before 
a fall." For I have fallen, ah yes, 
fallen so low that I fear I can 
never rise again. Lying here, day 
after day, no one noticing me, 
nobody caring whether I am here 
or not. And but a year ago, I was 
at the height of my popularity. 

How I was sought ! By kings, presi- 
dents, and beautiful princesses. 
They came miles to see me. The 
papers were filled with my exploits, 
and I was happy. Happy — what 
an empty-sounding word that is 
now to me ! I am filled to overflow- 
ing with words — but what empty 
words they are now, to what they 
might have been. Lying here, I 
have had a chance to think things 
over, and it all comes back in a 
rush, that evening in the royal 
palace in a small country in 

I was lying on the beach in the 
park thinking of my visit to this 
delightful spot with the lovely 
Princess Vera. Lovely did not de- 
scribe her. Her beauty was ethe- 
real ; a tall, slender, willowy girl, 
golden-haired, and blue-eyed — she 
seemed to me the lovliest girl in 
the world, but of course I could not 
tell her so. Was she not a princess? 

She was sitting on the grass by 
me, with her hands clasped in her 
lap, and her eyes fixed unseeingly 
ahead of her. She did not need me, 
so I settled back in comfort, con- 
tent to watch her. Presently I saw 
her lift her head, and fling back 
the mass of rippling curls with 
one white, slender hand. Her eyes 
were intent on a small foot-path, 
leading into the forest. Suddenly 
she was on her feet in one supple, 
graceful movement, poised and 
eager. I looked toward the path, 
and saw emerging from the cool, 
green woods, a tall, slim giant of 
a boy. He was as dark as Vera was 
fair, with a look of love and fealty 
in his eyes. I wondered — . 

"Have you the message?" asked 
the Princess in her low, melodious 
voice. "Give it to me." She stretch- 
ed one hand to him. 

She had forgotten me and he 
did not realize that I was there, 
so I decided to be an extremely in- 
terested spectator. 

The lad made a deep obeisance. 
"Dear Princess — I have failed !" he 
said in a low tone. 

"Failed?" the word rang through 
the quiet of the summer afternoon, 
in a tone of mingled horror and 


The boy bowed his handsome, 
black head. 

"Failed," he repeated quietly. 

"Oh, Gaylord ! have you failed 
me, too?" Sobs shook the slim 
figure, and she covered her quiver- 
ing face with her two, slender 

"Princess Vera — " began the 
youth leaning toward her. 

She stood up suddenly, regally 

"Go!" She spoke but the single 
word with such a world of scorn 
and disgust in her voice, that the 
lad turned pale, and, making an- 
other deep obeisance, vanished 
through the trees. 

In an abandon of misery, she 
threw herself on the mossy grass. 
Suddenly she leaped nimbly to her 
feet and came toward my seat. 

"You can help me — you — ," she 
cried in her thrilling, husky tones 
and snatched me into her arms. 
Then she set off across the field, 
taking me along with her. 

Coming to a small house, she 
knocked on the door and cried,"'Tis 
I, Vera." 

"Enter," said a sad voice, and 
we complied at once. 

"I have brought "Magnolia" 
with me, to cheer you up, darling," 
said the Princess, tenderly kissing 
the old lady's withered cheeks. 

I began to feel foolish. Was this 
all Princess Vera had been making 
the fuss about? Was this — 

Why, here comes a girl who 
looks exactly like Princess Vera — 
it is she! Will she look? Will she 
know me? She does — ! She's com- 
ing this way with Jenkins — she is ! 
She is speaking ! 

"I am looking for a certain book, 
I forget the name, but the cover is 
white — with magnolia blossoms on 
it. The author? Let me see. John 
— Jone — a simple name — I have it 
— John Smith — yes, John Smith." 

"Here it is, Madame," said 
Jenkins. 'Magnolia' is the name." 

She ran her finger quickly thro- 
ugh the pages, until she came to 
this, "To Vera — with love — from 

"This is my book!" she cried. 
The words to a song popped into 

my head at this minute — "I'm on 
the shelf, saving myself for you." 
Yes, it's true, I'd been saving 
myself for this without knowing it, 
but now — now — Life is pretty 
good, even if you are only a book. 
Margaret Brown '30 


"What do you say, Alec? Will 
you go to the show with me to- 
night? You can do your book re- 
port some other time, after the 
show, for instance." 

"Say, brother, who do you think 
I am, the Prince of Nighthawks? 
I have to get up tomorrow morn- 
ing at four-thirty in case you don't 
know it." 

"Oh, you should worry. To- 
morrow is Friday and you can 
sleep from eight P. M. to ten A. M., 
er-that is, if you aren't stepping 
out. You know what I mean?" 

"Yeh, but this blooming, blasted 
book report. I just got the book 
this afternoon. A five-pointer with 
four hundred and ninety-seven 
pages — and it's due tomorrow. 
Oh, I'd like to invent a form of 
punishment for that English 
teacher. Just for spite, I'm going 
to the show." 

"That's the way to talk, old man. 
Come on, it's quarter of eight now, 
and we'll miss half of the first pic- 

We now drop in at Alec's home 
just after he has come in. Chuckl- 
ing to himself over the comedy 
that he has just seen, he is seen 
lying on his bed gazing at page 
twenty-six of the "Biography of 
Ivan Zavanovich." Ten minutes 
later he has advanced three pages 
backwards to the picture of Ivan's 
daughter opposite page twenty- 
three. Having gazed at Ivan's 
daughter and admired her beauty 
for all of half an hour, Alec de- 
cides that it would be much more 
comfortable to undress and get in- 
to bed where he can lie on his back 
and proceed with the torture of 

This he did, but, having read for 
a while, the softness of his bed and 
the peculiar actions of his eyelids 
finally overcame his ability to read 
longer. Through the air shot a 


black streak; this was the Biogra- 
phy which finally met opposition 
when it tried to penetrate the wall, 
the result being a well-bent book 
cover. Also through the air came 
a volley of words which do not 
belong to the English language. 
And finally through the air came 
the distinctive snore, which sound- 
very much like a train passing 
through a tunnel. 

Alec slept for three hours and 
twenty-six minutes when there 
was heard in the dark, mysterious 
atmosphere the penetrating ring 
of the little round alarm clock. 
There was another series of mis- 
used nouns, verbs, adjectives, and 
every other part of speech in the 
English language, plus a few more 
which we shall not mention just 
now. These were hurled at the 
alarm clock which, of course, could 
not be blamed for waking him up, 
because he, himself, had set it. 

Five hours later Alec was writ- 
ing a very lengthy book report in 
the English class. He filled two 
pieces of paper and half of another 
with his knowledge of forty pages 
of the book and the brief index. 
Laboriously he completed the last 
topic on the outline. 

VI Opinion of the Book? 

"The bodk is very interesting 
and it is a pleasure to read it. Ivan 
Zavanovich is a very interesting 
character, and he did many noble 
things throughout his glorious 

F. Whiting '30 

A delicate memory of the past — 
A dream lost among dreams. 

N. P. Sears '30 

Slowly I close my eyes, 
Softly the velvet black 
Holds me — 
Drifting. . . 

Softly down my street of dreams 
A forgotten tune — 
Never have I heard music blown so 

lightly ; 
Now it touches my cheek, 
Daintily blows on my eyes — my 

So close to me. 
Now far away — I've lost it! 
No, it's close again, 
Soft, so very soft — I shall sleep 


Edifice of understanding ! to whom 
Enshrined within thy stately walls 
/We've humbly looked for guidance ; 
We found knowledge, omnipres- 
Your legacy of learning we accept, 
And place within our hearts for 

evermore ; 
To you who set our course aright, 
We'll look, in years to come, 
With eyes alight with admiration. 
You moulded, from a shapeless 

A mind, the navigator of the soul, 
Within whose reash may rest 
That oft-sought, ye seldom-gained 
Will o' the Wisp, that men call 

If glory is our goal, and we achieve 
Its heights, to you we'll give all 

praise ; 
For, 'tis toward you, the friend 

of youth, 
To whom all eyes should turn. 
As epithets, tho' flowing o'er with 

Can not convey our love, we'll say : 
As youths we've loved, as adults 
We shall thank and praise you, 
When, with quickened pulse, we 

Our thoughts toward you, our 

"Alma Mater." 

H. Geary '30 

The lakes and hills are permanent : 
Their beauty rivals all. 
The gallant oaks and stately pines 
Live on through ages long. 
The ocean, with the ceaseless roll 
Of wave upon the shore, 
Eternally does ebb and flow, 
Through darkness and through 

And so, through numbered years, 

we must 
Prove true and worthy sons. 
The lessons we have learned, of 

Allegiance, guidance, health, 
Will help us all with strength to 

And benefit Mankind. 

K. Farnell '30 



From the seventy-six papers submitted by the Senior history class, 
the staff considered these tivo most ivorthy of publication. 


(An Historical Essay) 
What was the Oregon Trail? 
That is the first question that con- 
fronts the student who seeks in- 
formation upon this subject. 

To the non-imaginative, mechan- 
ical, narrow-minded being, it is but 
a customary route that certain im- 
migrants traversed on their way 
to the West : — a trail that led from 
Westport on the Missouri River, 
along the Kansas, Platte, and 
Sweet Water Rivers into the 
Oregon Territory. 

Let us put aside this narrow, 
contracted view, and turn to the 
version of the imaginative, pensive, 
far-sighted man; the idealist, — a 
person like a painter who sees 
beauty in such commonplace oc- 
currences as a sunset or a child 
nestled in his mother's fond em- 
brace. In his sight the Oregon Trail 
was one blazed by dauntless faith, 
marked with human bloodshed; 
its guide-posts shining skeletons, 
bleached by the torrid, over-hang- 
ing sun known only to desert skies ; 
— vivid, graphic monuments left 
to tell the tales of blood-curdling 
massacres by frantic Indians, or, 
perhaps, of the sufferings of starv- 
ing human beings who had killed 
their mules and horses to provide 
food for aching stomachs. But 
there was little of that food that 
consoles for grief-torn minds and 
hearts who, in such pitiful predica- 
happy times enjoyed back home on 
the quiet farms of Illinois, Ken- 
tucky, and even of New England; 
hearts who in such pitiful predica- 
ments as they now found them- 
selves, turned to reverent prayer. 
What was the incentive that 
beckoned them onward from peace 
to strife, from the known to the 

We must remember that this 
army of immigrants was composed 
of various types, and as diverse 

were their aims in venturing into 
the wilds of the West. Some sought 
free land for new homes, some 
sought fur-bearing animals, while 
some sought gold, ever a source of 
trouble to mankind. Others, 
pioneers like Carson, were merely 
exploring this wild land for the 
enjoyment they received by being 
in constant contact with Nature 
(in her native element) , and by be- 
ing leaders in the conquests of 
civilization. Then there were the 
riff-raff, gamblers, and crooks, the 
parasites of society, seeking liveli- 
hood from others' labors, — it mat- 
tered not how they obtained it so 
long as little manual labor was re- 
quired. Also, here were those 
afflicted with the wanderlust; 
tumble-weeds rolling along, in 
whose veins flowed blood on fire 
with the desire to see new lands 
and people. Unknown to them, they 
were but following the same in- 
stincts that their barbaric ances- 
tors, — the Huns, the Franks, the 
Angles, and the Saxons had fol- 
lowed in the Past Ages. 

Also in the ranks of the immi- 
grants, could be found the mission- 
aries like Marcus Whitman, who 
realized their duty and were de- 
liberately risking their lives to try 
to convert the treacherous Indian. 
They were martyrs as were the 
Roman Christians that came be- 
fore them! 

To such types do we owe the con- 
quest of the West; — it really was 
a conquest, for only by their settle- 
ments effected only by severe 
tribulations, was he United 
States able to establish such a 
strong claim to the disputed 
Oregon Territory, now a wealthy 
section of our country. Once 
settled, they could not be easily 
moved, and, when in 1844 the con- 
troversey arose with Great Britain 
concerning the Oregon-Canadian 
border, they displayed their patri- 



otism by the now famous words, 
"54-40 or fight!" 

In little more than a half cen- 
tury, the charming and fertile 
valley of the Platte has been trans- 
formed into prosperous common- 
wealths, its development from an 
almost desert waste, a marvelous 
monument to the restless energy 
of the American people. 

Although the "Iron Horse" now 
rides rough-shod over the Oregon 
Trail, and although it has complete- 
ly effected the civilization of the 
West, the tourist from the win- 
dow of his car on the Union 
Pacific Railroad, gazes in wonder- 
ing awe at the wild scene that 
stretches out before him to the dis- 
tant snow-capped mountains, — 
isolated buttes, rocky bluffs, light- 
ning-splintered gorges, foaming 
torrents, fantastically-formed boul- 
ders — -wonders that do not recog- 
nize puny man ! 

The Platte Valley for un- 
told ages was a beautiful, aw- 
ful wilderness, the haunt of 
stately-headed elk, of vast herds of 
buffalo, of deer, and of other game. 
Through this garden of Eden 
flowed the Platte, described by 
Irving as "the most magnificent 
and most useless of streams." To- 
day its islands seem groves of ver- 
dure floating about on the spark- 
ling water, and, when seen in the 
rarefied atmosphere of the West, 
they create the impression of a 
master-piece fresh from the hands 
of God ! 

Along the route followed by the 
train, are numerous evidences of 
the days when the mountains 
echoed the diabolical yell of the 
savage Redskin as he tore the reek- 
ing scalp from the head of the 

There is Wood River, a noted 
landmark and camping place for 
those who followed the tide of im- 
migration ; and Brady's Island, the 
scene of the brutal murder of an 
old-time trapper by one of his 

One of the historic places on the 
left bank of the river is Ash 
Hollow, famous as the spot on 
which a bloody Indian battle was 

fought. Johnson's Creek was 
named for a missionary who, 
thinking bloodshed should be avert- 
ed, ventured forth to pacify a war 
party of Indians that was attacking 
the immigrant train of which he 
was a member. 

Independence Rock is an isolated 
mass of granite located in the 
middle of the river. Its base 
covers an area of five acres, and 
the rock rises to a height of three 
hundred feet. The front face of 
this ancient landmark, is covered 
with names of the trappers, 
traders, and others who perhaps 
thought their rude carvings would 
make them famous. The rock was 
named by a party of men who cele- 
brated their Fourth of July at the 
foot of this historic rock. 

There are other famous scenes 
too numerous to mention, and, as 
the train rushes onward, the 
traveler, awed by this immense, 
imposing beauty cannot but feel 
deeply sorry for those unknowing 
tourists who, in search of interest- 
ing scenery, forget their own 
country to travel thousands of 
miles to other lands ! 

But the ignorant must be taught. 
Let this be a small step in the 
"Americanizing" of the American 
tourists, that he may better appre- 
ciate the natural gifts that are his 
by the sacrifice of others and by 
the grace of God! 

Delmo Enagonio '30 


Across the eastern sky 
A crimson flush dawning 
Gilds God's dry inland sea. 
O'er rippling waves of grass 
Blown by sultry winds, 
Sun-filled sails slack, drooping, 
As onward slowly toiling 
Across the blinding sand, 
Creeps the weary caravan. 
Beneath men's snouts and oaths, 
Like ocean's dreary monotone, 
Four rhythmic beats like music, 
Music-irritating-far from sooth- 
Blow- wave-ripple-dip, 
Fill the weary brain 
With thoughts of friendly trees 
Etched in a cloudless sky, 


Of cool and sparkling water 

Dripping on the mossy stone. 

Parched and blackened lips 

Utter crys of joy. 

Tired eyes strain forward — 

Into empty space — 

'Tis gone — and naught remains. 

Illusion like a temptress 

Waves her golden wand and van- 
ishes — 

And on thro' blistering afternoon, 

Lurches the endless straggling 

Stolidly onward into the sun. 

Along muddy creek banks 

Imprinted deep with buffalo 

Stamped by shaggy beasts — trudg- 
ing on. 

Then a shout rings out — 

"Camp!" a magic word 

That slips from lip to lip. 

Fevered voices pierce the gloomy 

Of choking dust and prairie heat, 

Like embers of a dying fire, 

Brightened by the bellow's breath. 

Wagons, gath'ring like frightened 

Clasp hands of friendship, round 

The single flame of hope within 
their midst. 

Above the camp the stars peep out, 

Tender, yellow flowers 

Bud softly in the sky's own prairie 

The horses' neighing drifts upon 
the ev'ning breeze, 

A coyote howls in dismal answer — 

Silence — save for distant sound of 
shiv'ring grass. 

Silence — silence, grass and stars, 

The camp sleeps while the night 
slips on. 

Day after day of ceaseless journey 

Blood-streaked eyes search fran- 

"This far shalt thou go — no 

The God of settlers seemed to say. 

Snows, droughts, blizzards, storms, 

Rains, hot winds, and little pigmy 

All held in the hollow of His hand. 

Sand Was scooped from lowly 

A house grew from a shapeless 

Men burrowed in like grubby 

Completing small sod houses. 
Home! revival of hopes and 

The autumn in all its loneliness 
Passed into winter — winter to 

When the land was a desolate 

Three curling spirals of smoke, 
Drifted lazily into the gray of the 

Incense ascending to the God of 

Spring came over the prairie, not 
Softly and shyly, but in magic 

Nature, the alchemist, ground in 

her mortar 
Faint odors of loam, grasses, and 

wild flowers, 
Tossing these o'er the prairie on 

wings of the wind. 
And then in the cloudless blue, 
A haze grew and spread, 
And the tell-tale odor of smoke 
Was borne on the gentle breeze. 
Upon God's green earth, 
Great strips of upturned loam ap- 
Like creations from an artist's 

And then it rolled in from the 

North West, 
The black of smoke, then the low 
Running scarlet of the fire ! 
All afternoon the river lay between 
The hideous advancing Thing 
And the defenseless bank of set- 
Ah ! The cruel lips of flame 
Ceased reaching — reaching for 

their prey. 
The land across the creek lay 
Desolate, solitary, a blackened 

Trees charred and turned to ashes. 
The fire, the terror of the prairie, 
Had come and gone, leaving its 

A year passed — a year of 
Hardships, toil, and agony. 
Then Spring sprang up anew, 
Throbbing, vibrating with life. 
From the west a warning came, 



A black cloud hissed onward, 

Then ceasing, a soft thud an- 

The Grasshoppers come to destroy. 

A cloud of a billion wings covered 
the fields, 

Gardens and crops now had gone. 

A sole heart-breaking memory re- 

Everywhere this squirming, green- 
ish mass 

Raged with their crunching in- 

Nature looked on with malicious 


Pressing on with more evil — 
The sand storm loomed in the dis- 

'Twas like breasting the waves of 

a dirty sea. 
A black blizzard in its fury, 
With grit and dust for snow. 
Above all God looked kindly down, 
And here and there green tints 

Under His guiding hand. 
Time passes — with its cares 
Imprinted on each westerner's life. 
Life, Time's galley slave, stands 

Shackled to its unrelenting master. 
Ruth Perrier '30 
Fast now with moving hours will 

The day when we must part, 
Each memory's jewel from these 
four years 

Is fastened to our heart. 
Classmates— the shadows upon 
Life's dial 

Lengthen and move along, 
They do but teach the clearness 
Of right, and, too, of wrong. 
The lessons of high school days are 

The books and child-thoughts, 
We reasoned as children and talked 
like them — 
That was before we grew. 
Now with a firmer thought and 
We pause at the open door, 
And we pray, "May we meet the 
trials of life 
Like those that have gone be- 
fore " K. Cameron '30 


Ladies' and Men's 


17-21 Main Street 


Shoe Repairing 

Shoes Rebuilt— Not Cobbled 

By Up-to-date Factory Methods 

36 Market St. Tel. 906 Plymouth 

N. Saracca Fruit Store 

Fruits Confectionery Tonics 

Cigars Cigarettes Tobacco 

Fresh Roasted Peanuts a Specialty 

Tel. 8823-W 36 SANDWICH ST. 

(Opp. The Old Howland House) 

Old Colony Laundry 

The Laundry Does It best 


18 Howland St. Tel. 272-W 

When There's Better Work Done, 
We'll Do It 


Main St., - - Plymouth 
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Leonore's Beauty Parlor 

All Branches of Beauty Culture 

Evelyn A. Longhi, Prop. 
Tel. 1116 Woolworth Bldg. 

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Book I 

Now in the year of Our Lord, 
nineteen hundred and twenty-six, 
when Calvin Coolidge reigned over 
this great land, it came to pass that 
the lowly beings known as Fresh- 
men, entered the confines of the 
High School in the ancient town of 
the Pilgrims. 

And it happened that George 
Marsden, who ruled over the school 
at that time, called together the 
multitude, saying, "Break ye not 
my commandments lest ye toil at 
your desk long after the hour of 
dismissal." And the Freshmen took 
heed, and labored honestly and 
faithfully at their studies. 

And there were in the same 
school, certain lofty people called 
Seniors, at whose commands the 
Freshmen trembled and obeyed, 
lest they stir up the wrath of those 
dignitaries. And there was one 
Clement Briggs, who, at the bid- 
ding of several of the domineering 
Seniors, entered into the presence 
of Mr. Marsden, where he mad a 
low bow, saying "Woof! Woof!" 

And there came a day when 
the Freshmen assembled in 
the spacious building, commonly 
known as the Memorial Hall. There 
they were seated, and there they 
observed most carefully while the 
superior upper-classmen presented 
an opera, the "H. M. S. Pinafore," 
so that at some future day they 
might contribute to such excep- 
tional performance as "The Mi- 
kado," and the "Voodoo Minstrel." 

It came to pass in the month of 
June that the class of 1930 left its 
humble position, and its members 
became upperclassmen, saving 
those who had not listened to the 
advice of our worthy principal, for 
they must dwell for another year 
in a meek station. 

And in the fall of the year nine- 
teen hundred and twenty-seven, 
our esteemed leader, Mr. Marsden, 
went forth from the school unto 
new lands, and in his stead there 

came a man who was to win a place 
of esteem in the hearts of the 

And so under the rule of Wayne 
M. Shipman, the school principal, 
the students rejoiced and were 
Book II 

And in the second year of our 
stay in Plymouth High we dwelt 
under the name of "wise fools." 

And it came to pass that in this 
year the basketball team won the 
tournament at the Brockton "Y." 
The class of '30 contributed its 
first star in the person of "Chiefy" 

In this year the finances of the 
school ran low, and all of the wiser 
heads of the school assembled that 
they might bring relief to this 
serious condition. Then, after much 
deliberation, a plan was agreed 
upon, to be known as the Wool- 
worth Plan. Whereupon the dimes 
flowed from the pockets of the 
pupils into the treasury of Coach 
Smith, and the honor of the school 
was upheld. 

And in the spring of the year, 
Coach Smith assembled the first of 
his fine track teams, which swept 
aside all opposition and triumphed 
in the great conquests in the lands 
of Brockton and Hingham. 

In this manner the second school 
year of the class of '30 came to a 
close. And it was prophesied that 
the class would bring to the school 
great honors in scholarship and 
Book III 

And thus it was, after complet- 
ing with success the first two years 
of its stay in P. H. S., that the 
class of '30 entered into its third 
year, where much glory and praise 
was to be bestowed upon its 

From out of the lands of North 
Plymouth there came mighty men 
who were to carry on the high 
hopes of Plymouth High. With 
some support from the other 
classes, Coach Consodine formed a 
football team, and, for the first 
time in several years, the team 
received no defeats. The memor- 
able event of the season occurred 



when our worthy team outplayed 
our great rivals, Whitman, in one 
of the finest games of football ever 
witnessed. And the cheers of the 
class of '30, mingled with those of 
the multitude, spurred the boys on 
to victory. 

And in the meantime, while the 
boys were thus gaining glory, the 
girls worked hard, and, as a result, 
produced a brilliant hockey team. 

Not only in athletics did the 
class prosper, but their efforts were 
crowned in even other fields. With 
the coming of "The Mikado" to 
our school, the worthy Mrs. Buck 
selected three of our class for roles 
in this great undertaking. These 
songsters did their best to make 
the production a marked success. 

No Junior year passeth by suc- 
cessfully without that great event, 
the Junior Prom. The worthy 
leaders of the town kindly per- 
mitted us to use the Memorial 
Building, where a large crowd 
gathered and enjoyed the outstand- 
ing social event of the year. 

And so it happened that, during 
our third year, "The Pilgrim" was 
the recipient of a shield, designat- 
ing it as the best all-round school 
paper in the district. 

The Massasoit Chapter of the 
National Honor Society, consisting 
of those pupils who had attained a 
high rating in scholarship, service 
and leadership, was organized. It so 
happened that four members of 
our class were elected to this so- 

And during the remainder of the 
year Coach Smith produced a fine 
basketball team and an undefeated 
track team. 

Thus ended our "Jolly Junior" 
year in P. H. S. 

Book IV 

And in the last year, the class 
of '30 lived up to the prophecies 
which the wise men had made, and 
brought honors to the school in the 
fields of learning and athletics. 

These are their numerous accom- 
plishments : In the fall of the year 
a mighty man, named Bagnall, ar- 
rived in this ancient town, and 
gathering the stalwart youths of 
the school, he moulded them into 

a mighty machine, which trampled 
down its enemies on the gridiron, 
and emerged at the end of the sea- 
son unbeaten and unscored upon. 
And forget ye not that on this 
team eight of the eleven positions 
were ably filled by our strong and 
courageous seniors led by Captain 

And at this time it was announ- 
ced that "The Pilgrim," our school 
paper, had run badly into debt. 
With the assistance of Mrs. Buck, 
Miss Locklin, Miss Quinn, Miss 
Judd, and Mr. Shipman, the pupils 
of the school presented a night of 
entertainment featuring two 
plays, "The Crimson Cocoanut" 
and the "Bachelor's Dream," and a 
"Voodoo Minstrel." And great was 
the success of this enterprise, for 
the "Pilgrim" debt was' not only 
wiped out, but money was placed 
in the treasury for future times of 

And during the remaining part 
of the year the school continued to 
produce fine athletic teams, com- 
posed largely of seniors. 

And again in this year new 
members were admitted to that 
society which recognizes scholar- 
ship, leadership, and service, the 
Massasoit Chapter of the National 
Honor Society. 

And in the days which are to 
come, let us not forget the deeds of 
our honorable teachers and class- 
mates : 

First of all, our worthy class 
president, Francis Whiting, who 
hath led his classmates during 
their period of greatest accom- 
plishments in P. H. S. 

Leno Lenzi, a son of North Ply- 
mouth, who rose to heights of 
glory in his days at P. H. S. He 
had the distinction of being the 
first five-letter man, and he also 
showed his qualities of leadership 
by being captain of our football 
team and president of the Student 

Mrs. Raymond, whose willing 
work and guidance has made 
possible that great school paper, 
"The Pilgrim." 

Mrs. Buck, who did train fine 
voices in "The Mikado" and the 



And the advice and leadership 
of Mr. Shipman, our esteemed 
principal, and his assistant, Mr. 

Last, but by no means least, 
remember ye the deeds of that neat 
little man, Coach Smith (ever 
bearing in mind that the best goods 
come in small packages) namely: 
organizing, maintaining, and up- 
holding the Woolworth Plan; and 
turning out great leaders in basket- 
ball and track; moreover, he has 
installed in the youth of P. H. S. 
the instincts of sportsmen. 

And on June 24, 1930, those of 
the class of '30, numbering seventy- 
six, those who had not fallen by the 
wayside, assembled in the Mem- 
orial Hall for their Commencement 
Exercises. Thus it came to pass 
that the class of '30, armed with 
diplomas by its principal, went out 
into the world bearing as its motto, 
"Labor omnia vincit." 

Howard Davee 
Allan Handy 


We, the class of nineteen 
hundred thirty, of Plymouth High 
School, State of Massachusetts, 
United States of America, in this 
revolutionary epoch of futuristic 
paintings, boop-boop-a-doop, flow- 
ing skirts, the Hoosier Hop, and 
vagabond lovers, considering that 
the wages of sin is death, and that 
all this discussion of a new school 
is fruitless, being of sound (?) and 
precise (?) mind in spite of labori- 
ous digestion of DeQuincey's 
Essays and his habitual digress- 
ions, do hereby endeavor to submit 
our last will and testament : 
To the keeper of the bees, Mr. 
Shipman — Our sincere apprecia- 
tion and an Assembly of atten- 
tive individuals whose craniums 
work faster than their lips. 
To Mrs. Raymond — Our heartfelt 
gratitude for all she has done, 
and the assurance that it will 
not be considered a breach of 
etiquette if she omits News 
Tests from the year's program. 

To Mrs. Swift — An assortment of 
pupils who can fully comprehend 
the intricacies of a mind like 
George Eliot's. 
To Mr. Smiley — A class of pupils 
(sophs) who do not think that 
"the national indoor sport in 
Germany is beer-guzzling," or 
that most people die from "ro- 
mantic fever and tapeworms." 
To Mr. Fash — Our sincere felicita- 
tions on having survived those 
indescribable odors, the rem- 
nants of which often filter down 
to Room 1. 
To Miss Wilber — A guardian angel 
to protect her from what we 
fear the freshmen capable of 
To Miss H. M. Johnson — Some his- 
tory pupils who do not tell her 
that Lincoln said, "All men are 
cremated equal." 
To Miss Cummings — An offer to 
procure for her an alleviation of 
the 11 :05 rush if she guarantees 
us some non-skid sandwiches, 
squirtless milk bottles, and a 
place to park our gum. 
To Miss Ries — Congratulations in 
having so ably filled the position 
as history teacher. 
To Miss Locklin — The concession 
of coaching more budding 
Romeos and Juliets disguised as 
Howard Davee and Harriett 
To Miss Judd — Sympathy. Wasn't 

Dick Bumpus in her class? 
To Mr. Young — An eternally 
sharp razor blade — or does he 
still use one? 
To Miss Helen C. Johnson — An in- 
delible smile, to be used on un- 
scrupulous "stenogs" who pound 
typewriting keys and waste rib- 
To Mr. Jack Smith — Congratula- 
tions. He was responsible for the 
achievements of the girl's Track 
To Mr. "Chief" Bagnall— A larger 
car — the bigger the better — the 
larger capacity, you know, the 
better accommodations for more 
To Miss Howes — A good coach, a 
great Spanish teacher, and the 
snappiest little scrapper that 



ever wielded a hockey stick — she 
has no need of a legacy. 

To Miss Rafter — A small (or en- 
tire) portion of the proverbial 
"Irish Luck" to be used indis- 
criminately during next year's 
basketball season. 

To all Freshmen teachers — Noth- 
ing we can say could possibly 
lessen the heartache you must 
have suffered at not having had 
the famous, inimitable class of 
1930 for at least one period a 

To Mr. Coats and Mr. Smith— 
Our sympathy, for our success- 
ors are already showing a ten- 
dency to tear up paper on the 
oiled floors. 

To Tillie the Toiler — A time clock, 
to be installed not later than 
September 3, 1930; the above- 
mentioned article is to be 
punched by your frequent 
visitors, both sexes. 

To the Juniors — The plants in 
Room 10, the wastebaskets of 
Room 1, the mirror in Room 12, 
and the three statutes in the 
study hall. 

To the Sophomores — The lordly, 
sanctimonious, gracious mien of 
the Seniors. With intelligence, 
practice will make perfect. 

To the Freshmen — The devout 
hope that some day they will 
grow up, stop writing notes, 
cease snooping, control their 
voices — but why go on? 

To next year's Editor-in-chief — 
A staunch set of nerves, a phil- 
osophical outlook, an even 
temper, and a smattering of tact. 

To next year's hockey team — The 
mismated shin guards, battle- 
scarred sticks, and the one price- 
less antique baseball we man- 
aged to borrow. 

To Mary Tinti — Roller skates, now 
in Hazel Raymond's possession, 
guaranteed to get you trans- 
ported to classes, maybe on time. 

To Joe Sullivan — The gorgeous 
crimson sweater which may be 
found on Frank Ortolani. 

To Phillip Cavallini — Lenzi's curly 
locks, provided he can prove that 
he is able to control them. 

To Lahey — Davee's golden tenor to 
be used while gedunking ice- 

To Russell Smith — Francis Whit- 
ing's sedate personality, with 
the power to lease, mortgage, or 
sell, according to its value. 

To Hedge and Stevens Inc. — One 
large bottle of milk; be sure it's 

To Annie Loring — Louise Tosi's 
"come hither" look and two curls. 

To John Sears — Kenneth Camer- 
on's nonchalance, without a 

To Annette Chapman — Margaret 
Brown's ability to borrow, lose, 
and waste her classmates' vani- 
ty cases. 

To Donald C. McLean — Allan Arm- 
strong's undeniable versatility 
and capacity for charming fair 

To Dorothy Gassidy — Elsie 
Longhi's rendition of "Les Deux 
Amies" with proper expression. 

To Thelma Birnstein — Our beloved 
Locker Number Eight, to love 
and cherish, and occasionally 
dust. Also the Christmas wreath, 
shamrocks, and hearts that are 
enclosed. She doesn't need a 
key — we used a hairpin. 

To the orchestra — A key whereby 
it may find the much-abused 
yet rightly-named "Lost Chord." 

To the Glee Club— Close (?) har 

To Tony Spath — Canevazzi's Ford, 
without repairs, gas, tires, en- 
gine, or apologies. 

To George H'aigh — The well- 
known proverb that "All work 
and no play makes a rolling 
stone worth two in the bush." 

To the Girls — John Morton 

To the Boys — Marion "Brick" 
Bennett — titian hair and freck- 
les included. 

To All Futujre Seniors — This 
timely warning — don't degrade 
yourselves by mingling too fre- 
quently with mere Sophomores. 

To All Who Knew Us — A fond 

Signed on this auspicious date, 
June 1, 1930. 



Subscribed and sealed this torrid 
day of June in the year of the 
Codfish Tercentenary, nineteen 
hundred and thirty. 

Witnesses: Abraham O'Toole 

Patrick Cohen 

Trustees : Abdul "El Bui Bui Emir 

Ivan Skelevinsky Skivar 

E. Harriett Donlevy 

Nancy Preston Sears 



In the year 1950, we had the 
wonderful and interesting experi- 
ence of making a visit to the labo- 
ratories of Professor Burns, one 
of our former classmates and a 
graduate of Harvard. He had 
called us to inquire about some 
patents concerning a new inven- 
tion which he had just perfected. 

He welcomed us with a gay 
cordiality and ushered us into his 
private workshop where we were 
impressed by the maze of intri- 
cate machinery. After telling his 
assistant, I think that it was Lewis 
Morini, that he wanted absolute 
privacy, the Professor led us to a 
queer contraption resembling a 
combination radio, phonograph, 
camera, and steam engine hap- 
hazardly thrown together. This 
was the machine on which he had 
been working for years, a machine 
by which a scene occurring any- 
where on earth could be recorded 
and thrown upon a screen. 

He then began an extensive ex- 
planation concerning the appara- 
tus but, seeing our blank express- 
ions, he concluded at once, "A 
demonstration will make this much 
clearer. Suppose we use this ma- 
chine to discover what our former 
classmates in Plymouth High 
School are doing at present. Not 
only will this be interesting, but 
it will also be a good demonstra- 
tion of my apparatus." 

With a rapid movement he threw 
a switch, pulled a lever, and began 
to turn several dials. Upon the 

screen flashed a light, and then be- 
hold! a football game is in pro- 
gress. The Bulldogs have just 
made a smashing gain and Coach 
Vecchi is beside himself with joy, 
while Coach Ortolani gnashes his 
teeth. We think "Water" should 
have stuck to his fruit store, "The 

What's this? A commotion in the 
bleachers, and because of the 
wildly waving arms we recognize 
John Canevazzi, famous .manager 
of the Plymouth Orioles. My! how 
that man does rave — no .wonder 
his team won the league champion- 

The picture changes and we now 
see the inner room of a .stock 
broker's office. Who has risen to 
such prominence in finance? Upon 
the screen flash the visages of none 
other than Bert Smith and Ferdy 
Emond, still partners, as when we 
knew them in high school days. 
A bustling little secretary enters, 
and we recognize none other than 
Marion Bennett. She says a dry 
goods merchant by name — one 
Ramos — would like a business in- 
terview, and even as she speaks, 
Joe himself breezes in — making the 
windows rattle with his "soft" 

Afraid that this vibration. would 
affect the machine, Prof. Burns 
turns the dials and we see a beauti- 
ful new school. It must be Plym- 
outh High School — just erected — 
and what a number of old friends 
are here. There, is Leho Lenzi, 
coaching his girls' track team (his 
"permanent" is still in perfect 
order). Ruth Perrier is just enter- 
ing a sixth period study hall — and 
silence reigns over all ; Beatrice 
Johnson is reprimanding her his- 
tory class, and Louise Tosi is ex- 
pounding upon a most difficult 
theorem in geometry. 

Next we see the interior of the 
town press. There's Oliver Harlow 
with his pet linotype machine; he 
must be working on "The Pilgrim." 
In the office several voices are 
raised in discussion. One belongs 
to State Forrester Handy; the 



press misspelt his name last week. 
Bill Given, the Business Manager, 
will not apoligize, not even for old 
time's sake; we always did call the 
complainant "Halan Andy" any- 

Again a shift in scenes and lo! 
we are in a magnificient theatre 
owned by John Morton and Victor 
Venturi, old classmates of ours. 
Behold Johnnie Morton in evening 
dress and starched shirt — not 
much like the Johnnie of "sweater 
days." Red-hot music beats about 
us — yes indeed, that is Howie 
Beauregard's own orchestra in 
action, and even as we watch — he 
himself raises his sax and bleats 
at the audience. A wonderful violin 
solo by Ellen Woolford, accom- 
panied by Laura Cappannari, 
follows; then a little sister act by 
Genevieve Hughes and Elsie 
Longhi delights us until Eileen 
Dennehy and "Peggy" Worcester 
appear. We are shaken by nostal- 
gia — for we heard them often in 
days long gone by. 

"Pathe" News is flashed upon 
the screen. Now we shall see some 
celebreties^there is Doris Salani 
signing her first message as Secre- 
tary of State — and Mary Sampson 
who has successfully pleaded her 
first case as divorce lawyer. There's 
Nancy Sears, famous novelist, 
seated at her desk in her library. 
Hold on — there's the new steam- 
ship "Roster" leaving port and, 
standing at the rail, is Elizabeth 
Tripp, famous adventurer off for 
Patagonia in search of the missing 
link. Her faithful secretary and 
companion, Lucy Zaniboni, stands 
beside her while Robert Zucchi, 
first mate, restrains the crowd. 
Mary Smith weeps as she sees 
familiar faces fade away. 

Next we gaze upon a golf links. 
Yes indeed, here comes Eleanor 
Bartlett, — pardon us, Mrs. Hig- 
gins, wife of the famous lawyer. 
She has just won the Women's 
Amateur Golf Tournament. We see 
John Boyle, reporter for "The 
Spicer," interviewing the famous 
track expert, Howard Davee. 
Davee says that, with John Pascoe 

and Carleton Rose as coaches, 
America has a fine chance in the 

Burns now transports us to the 
office of the Plymouth Electric 
Light Company. With feet on his 
desk and that familiar grin upon 
his face sits the president himself, 
"Chiefy" Armstrong. He chuckles 
to himself as over the telephone 
he jokes with the little wife down 
in Chiltonville. Patiently waiting 
for him to ring off, is a titian- 
haired stenographer, Flora Borghi 
by name. 

The power of the Professor's 
machine was clearly demonstrated 
when it brought to us a rolling 
farm in the west. In the middle of 
a field is an interesting sight. John 
Smith, evidently the owner of the 
farm, is severely reprimanding the 
aviator of a plane that has just 
landed in the field. The pilot re- 
moves his goggles and presto! 
Alec MacKay is recognized. Who is 
this coming to his assistance? 
Mary Welsh herself, famous lec- 
turer and debater, who now flies to 
fulfill her engagements. By an elo- 
quent and emotional flow of words 
she convinces John that he must 
make this little sacrifice to Pro- 
gress, a speech which greatly 
amuses Harold Geary, who is 
supervising irrigation on John's 
farm. Now another familiar figure 
steps into view. Well, well, Harriett 
Donlevy of all people! She is on 
her way to the post-office for a 
letter from a certain MacLean back 
East. Harriett is touring the west 
for material for her next feature 

Nearby, unaware of earthly 
commotion, is our artist, Silvio 
Saracca, who slowly daubs at a 
canvas. He is disturbed at his 
work when, in a roadster, Francis 
Whiting and the former Pearl 
Hatfield drive up. "Coomie" is tak- 
ing a vacation from his business, 

Now a series of office scenes 
flashes into view. There must be 
some of our old friends here — ah — 
over at the desks, talking over last 
night's movies, we see Barbara 
Coombs, Betty Eastburne, Beatrice 



Fox, and Leah Frye. Why the sud- 
den commotion? Through the door 
strides the manager of the Plym- 
outh Purice Company, Mr. Robert 
Carr, and the girls scatter. 

Again the scene changes to the 
water-front of a small town. We 
are really in Plymouth, for we can 
see the Rock. A dory is drifting 
near the wharf, and, sprawling in 
the seat with a fish pole in his 
hand, is none other than Gordon 
Tucker — he would take life easy. 

And now? In New York City a 
Good Housekeeping Exposition is 
in progress. Miss DeZorett, in 
charge of the Exposition, is just 
making a tour of the booths. We 
follow her. 

Ladies and gentlemen, the 
former Miss Rollene Gilbert adver- 
tising Cape Cod Cranberries ! 

First Aid in the Home, demon- 
strated by Miss Mildred Fraser! 

Laura Govi, famous ladies' 
tailor, speaking upon, "The Correct 
Sports Costume for the High 
School Senior" ! 

We must leave the exposition to 
find more of our friends. Hold ! 
there is a circus. Who is here? 
Ah! Maggie Brown, famous lion 
tamer, is about to tantalize her 
terrifying tigers. Hurray ! Now 
Arthur Holmes demonstrates his 
Robot Rover — the mechanical dog. 
Bumpus Brothers Radio Company 
is broadcasting this circus pro- 

All aboard for a few more 
glimpses! We find Elizabeth 
Gunther conducting her orphan- 
age in North Plymouth ; Kay 
Farnell teaching her children to 

play the clarinet, and Virginia 
Anderson, politician, organizing a 
campaign for the installation of 
a water supply system for Mano- 

The chimes of a radio clock in- 
terrupt our wanderings. Whew! 
how time has flown — we are late 
for lunch — the Mrs. will be angry. 
Well, au reservoir. 

Delmo Enagonio 
K. Allen Cameron 


Compliments of 


Boots, Shoes and Rubbers 
Also Fine Shoe Repairing 


52 Court St. Plymouth, Mass. 

Com.pliments of 
Christopher & Gambini 


Market Street 

Meat and Provisions 

Tel. 400 



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A two or three year intensive course in the Designers Art School will 
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GHass nf 1930 

Virginia Anderson 

She makes little noise, 
She accomplishes much, 
She retains her poise — 
And doesn't get in Dutch. 

Allan Armstrong 

When "Chiefy" goes swiftly riding by, 
He turns his nose up very high, 
But he can keep his little can 
To take a-spinning little Anne. 

Elinor Bartlett 

The girls of nineteen thirty 
Have wiles to make men fall, 
But Senorita Bartlett 
Is the most charming girl of all. 

Howard Beauregard 

Howdy plays at football, 
And claims the girls, you bet ; 
We wonder what he plays at 
When he goes to Manomet. 

Marion Bennett 

You made a dandy forward ; 
You're quite an all-round sport ; 
You're also quite a dancer — 
Even though you're short. 



Emma Benson 

Emma is a little misty 
Till she hears from her dear Christi, 
Then she brightens and starts to quote 
What he said in the loving note. 

Flora Borghi 

Flora is a good sport 
Until she vents her spleen 
On those who to her retort, 
"Hello, my Josephine," 

John Boyle 

A coming genius 
Is John Boyle, 
Who gets results 
With little toil. 
Is John Boyle, 

Natalie Bradford 

They say when a buggy in muck is stuck, 
That the horse will carry a tail ; 
So why can't a truck when it runs amuck 
Also carry a tale? 

Margaret Brown 

You never buy any powder, 
Nor any rouge, it's true; 
You're always borrowing lipstick, 
If anyone's Scotch, it's you. 



Carle Bumpus 

Radio is his delight, 
Keeps him up late every night; 
We can think of nothing dearer 
'Cept sitting up with Mary Schira. 

Richard Bumpus 

This promising young Senior 
Some sweet day will be 
In a beauty parlor ; the name 
Is Jones and Company. 

Warren Burns 

He saw the ancient lands and cities, 
And steamers pushed by tugs ; 
But no one ever could find out 
Just why they called him "Bugs." 

Kenneth Cameron 

There's a little boy in Plymouth High 
Who wears a beret and a sporty tie ; 
To listen to his "blah" is loads of fun, 
'Cause he's always praising Abington. 

John Canevazzi 

John is a working man, 
So they all say — 
But he neglects his duty 
At half -past four each day. 



Laura Cappannari 

Like Shylock with his moneybags — 
This girl collects our dimes; 
She gets them when we haven't them- 
Quite difficult at times. 

Robert Carr 

"Bobbie" goes to Kingston 
Every single night, 
He says it is a great town - 
Maybe he is right. 

Barbara Coombs 

They say silence wins 
Where eloquence is vain, 
We hope this is true, 
And success you'll attain. 

Howard Davee 

Swift in all the races, 
Swift in love so true — 
We hope with all his prizes 
He'll get "Happy," too. 

Eileen Dennehy 

Our Eileen is a winsome lass, 
A loyal pal of the Senior Class : 
Behind a counter she'll look a dream, 
Selling Hedge's Supreme Ice-cream. 



Eunice DeZorett 

Ever loyal, ever true 

To the task she has to do, 

A full, rich nature, free to trust, 

Faithful, and almost sternly just. 

Harriett Donlevy 

When to college you must go, 

To learn what you are able, — - 

We hope you'll attain journalistic fame, 

But please don't rob the cradle. 

Betty Eastburne 

Here's to little poker face 
Who leads the men a merry chase — 
A Cordage dance? Oh, she'll be there, 
With tingling toes and haughty air. 

Ferdinand Emond 

"Ferdy" had an old Ford, 

The old thing wouldn't go — 

So he traded it in for a piece of red tin, 

Now he's a Vagabond Romeo. 

Delmo Enagonio 

In every sport 
You've done your part, 
And you've won a place 
In every heart. 



Kathleen Farnell 

Kathleen, our dairy maid, 
Leads a very musical life: 
We're sure she'll make some man 
I'm sure she'll make some man 
A good "kitchen canary" wife. 

Beatrice Fox 

She has the hopes, 
She has the "King"— 
Now she needs 
The wedding ring. 

Mildred Fraser 

"Slow and easy" is her slogan : 
Why hurry? Let them wait! 
But you should see this girl make haste 
When Ralph waits at the gate. 

Leah Frye 

The Senior girls all envy you — 
You have such jolly ways; 
We hope that when you graduate 
You'll still have "Happy Days" ! 

Harold Geary 

Harold as a poet 

Surely will gain fame, 

If he doesn't meet some girl, 

And try to change her name. 



Rollene Gilbert 

Plymouth boys are satisfied 
With many of us girls, 
But that boy from Carver 
Was charmed by Rollene's curls. 

William Given 

Pumping gas is his delight 
From early morn till late at night, 
"Good Gulf" is the kind to buy- 
Take the advice of an intelligent guy. 

Laura Govi 

There is One among our faculty 
Who is fair, strong, and tall, — 
And for his ever-present blush 
This Senior had to fall. 

Elizabeth Gunther 

"Bet" was always shy and meek: 
But now we know that every week 
She's teacher in a shorthand class; 
And how they all obey this lass ! 

Allan Handy 

His dad may be the "super" 
And boss of all the rest, 
But when it's on a high jump 
Allan's surely best. 



Doris Harlow 

A freckled miss runs through the door 
As the clock says one to eight; 
She grabs the very nearest seat, 
Then asks someone, "Am I late?" 

Oliver Harlow 

He's not so large as all the rest, 
But, if ever his dreams come true, 
He'll eat raw onions every day 
Until he's six feet two. 

Pearl Hatfield 

Pearlie goes a-riding 
Every single day ; 
Her weakness is red sweaters- 
And a Chevrolet. 

Arthur Holmes 

He's a lad of courtly mien, 
Who's always quite polite ; 
He studies during study time 
And stays in every night. 

Genevieve Hughes 

When all other people go to bed 
And lie in quiet slumber, 
She sits at the switch-board 
Giving the wrong number. 



Beatrice Johnson 

Bea looks so serious and so sweet — 
Yet we know it's all deceit, 
'Cause she chews gum and owns a doll 
And on a coach refused to call. 

Leno Lenzi 

When her titian head gleams in the sun 
And her brown eyes smile so true, 
You may be a hardened hero, but 
You can't resist, can you? 

Elsie Longhi 

She longs to be a dancer 

And rise to heights of fame, 

We always think of Vaudeville night, 

When we hear Elsie's name. 

Alexander McKay 

Will Rogers is his idol, 

He quotes him when he can ; 

Yet when he's with his Freshman, 

He's quite a ladies' man. 

Ida Mangucci 
What's that awful noise, 
That funny, giggling tone? 
Oh, that's just Ida laughing 
And playing her saxophone. 



Elizabeth Mattioli 

For a girl who doesn't say much 
You surely make the grade ; 
Your name is on the honor list — 
If you keep on, you're made. 

Lewis Morini 

Bagging sugar, selling corn — 
He starts there early every morn, 
Serving each so patiently — 
For Lewis works in the A. & P. 

John Morton 

He acquired his "East side" walk 
Playing football without pay ; 
And now around the corridors 
He shambles on his way. 

Frank Ortolani 

To a string of "wins" you would add 
Just another deep-cut "notch," 
Not a rival of the field this time, 
But someone just a wee bit Scotch. 

John Pascoe 

We know what's wrong with "Giant John," 
If we tell, he'll probably kill us ; 
But ever since the Fairhaven Meet 
He's dreamed of a girl named Phyllis. 



Ruth Perrier 

We wish there'd be a day 

When in Period Two, 

And not disturbed by you. 

Room 1 would be calm and peaceful 


Dimna's fond of sewing 
And likes to sing, we're told : 
Four nights out of seven 
She's with her hero bold. 

Joseph Ramos 

We think "Joe' needs a megaphone, 
A big one, strong and clear, 
To waft that "gentle" voice of his 
Toward a classmate's deafened ear. 

Mary Richards 

Actress — that's the word, 
I'm sure we'd all agree — 
For in the "Crimson Cocoanut" 
You won a high degree. 

Carleton Rose 

If you're attacked by the enemy 
You'll never need artillery, 
All that you will have to do 
Is call the "Ladies' Auxiliary." 



Doris Salani 

Dotty Dingle, with rosy cheek and dimpled 

Makes Doris envious, she is so thin : 
"Eat Campbell's soup," as all ads say, 
Then she'll surely have her way. 

Mary Sampson 

Mary wants to be a nurse, 
And help a suffering world ; 
We hope success will follow her- 
This truly helpful girl. 

Silvio Saracca 

In you we place our highest hopes, 
For we know that you really can 
Paint like a second Raphael- — 
You'll be a famous man ! 


All the Big League Baseball teams 
Will be bidding for this lad; 
As short stop on the high school nine 
He's the best we ever had. 

Nancy Sears 

You have a crop of auburn hair 
And lovely waves galore, 
You're old enough to keep away 
From that Sophomore. 



Adrienne Smith 

A little girl all dressed in white, 
Jerking us sodas left and right — 
At this task she can take the prize, 
Adrienne Smith will put you wise. 

Bertram Smith 

Well, girls, look him over while he's here, 
For when school is done, he'll be busy ; 
The reason is, as you've probably guessed, 
No one else but a girl named "Lizzie." 

John Smith 

Your forbear "The Captain" was very brave, 
And evei: a princess' choice, 
But where would his famous head have been 
If he'd forgotten to use his voice? 

Mary Smith 

It's not the Smith's of Boston 
Or coughdrop brothers two, 
It's just our little Mary 
Who briskly passes you. 

Louise Tosi 

Always loyal, ever true — 

No finer girl on land; 

We hope success will smile on you- 

And shake you by the hand. 



Elizabeth Tripp 

A fact that very few people know- 
(It really is a shame) 
Is that, not Elizabeth, 
But Mildred is her name. 

Gordon Tucker 

"Brownie," as so few of us know, 
Is a master of "Chemistree," 
For from Mr. Fash, kind soul, 
He obtained his "nth degree." 

Arrigo Vecchi 

A king in name, a king in form, 
From "Your Highness" we get no rest, 
For all we hear is your "royal" cry, 
"Just look at me— "The Best." 

Victor Venturi 
Vic's a bashful baby 
Who never looks at us, 
He thinks he's saving trouble 
And a lot of fuss. 

Mary Welsh 

Every day in Period Four 

She looks with soulful gaze 

At the Scotchman 'cross the aisle, 

For he has taking ways. 


Beatrice White 

Bee sure is a winsome lass, 
With methods sweet yet wily, 
It must be the way she gets her men- 
Especially Mr. Smiley. 

Francis Whiting 

A deep-sea diver hasn't a chance, 
Francis Whiting shows in a glance : 
Of all his luck he does proudly tell 
In taking his "Pearl' from out her shell. 

Ellen Woolford 

When Ellen goes a-wooing 
She'll be a great success, 
With her violin so soothing- 
To his love he must confess. 

Margaret Worcester 

Peggy is a sweet coquette 
Whom all the boys adore : 
Some fine day, as we suspect, 
She'll step from some stage door. 

Lucy Zaniboni 

A dark-haired, bright-eyed little girl, 
Who seems so shy and meek, 
Makes her friends all shake with laughter 
Every time she starts to speak. 



Robert Zucchi 

Robert's one who thinks a lot 
But never talks aloud; 
He may change to our surprise 
And speak before a crowd. 



Inter % Uljttp fllupnla 

Another holiday has come and 
gone, bringing us nearer gradua- 
tion. Despite various examinations 
and book inspections, the pupils of 
the school have survived and have 
accomplished several things. 

Our first was the track meet at 
Brockton where Plymouth dis- 
tinguished itself. Testimony to the 
result may be found in Room 12. 
For further information see Ath- 
letic Column. 

The next event worthy of con- 
sideration is the plans for gradua- 
tion, which, with the direction of 
Mrs. Raymond, Mrs. Buck, Miss 
Quinn, and Miss Locklin combined 
with the whole-hearted help of the 
Seniors, shows promise of being 
the best ever. 

The last issue of "The Pilgrim" 
is dedicated to the Seniors, all ma- 
terial therein being written by this 
esteemed class. 

Special articles were written as 
follows : 
Class History: Allan Handy, 

Howard Davee 
Class Prophecy : Kenneth Cam- 
eron, Delmo Enagonio 
Class Will : Nancy Sears, Harriet 

Class Poems : Ruth Perrier, Eileen 
Dennehy, Harold Geary, Allan 
Armstrong, Louise Tosi, Mary 

The school has recently been 
honored by several distinguished 
men, who imparted very useful 
advice to the pupils. Among these 
people were : 

Dr. Augustus Thomas, Former 
Commissioner of Education of 
Allan Furber, Chandler Secretarial 

Mr. Eldridge, Chairman of the 

Board of Selectmen 
Dr. Baker, Tufts College 

At the same assembly at which 
Dr. Thomas gave his speech, which 
was most appropriate for the oc- 
casion, pins were presented to the 
members of "The Pilgrim" staff 



for distinguished service to the 
school paper. The editor-in-chief 
and the buiness manager were 
awarded gold emblems, while other 
members of the staff received sil- 
ver ones. 

Have any observing pupils re- 
marked the drastic and construc- 
tive treatment of the track field? 
We can now honestly say that we 
are proud to have visitors inspect 
it. Incidentally, the tennis court 
has undergone several repairs and 
now is ready for those aspiring to 
surpass Helen Wills and Bill 

The members of the Massasoit 
Chapter of the National Honor 
Society were fortunate enough to 
escape a hot day at school. They 
made a tour of historical Concord. 
These pupils showed us that they 
believe thrift is an honest virtue 
by preparing a picnic lunch for the 

The Pilgrims, we mean members 
of "The Pilgrim" staff, attended a 
meeting of the Southeastern 
Massachusetts League of School 
Publications held at Milton. They 
had not only an opportunity to get 
new ideas, but an opportunity to 
renew old acquaintances. They 
were welcomed by our former 
principal, Mr. Marsden ; during 
the evening's proceedings they ob- 
served our old friend, Horace 
Turner, exercising his vocal chords 
in a boys' double quartette. All 
those who attended this meeting 
thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Let us now review the past year 
roughly : 

Football — Champions ! 
Basketball — Almost Champions 
Baseball — Not so good 
Track — Champions again! 
Pilgrim — You'll have to judge. 
Spanish Fiesta — Great success 
Junior Prom — Met all require- 
Swimming Meet — Deserving of 

Vaudeville Night — Very colorful 
Vacations — Few and far apart 




Estamos en el ano 1940. No nos 
hemos visto desde la graduacion 
de Plymouth High School in 1930. 
La Senorita Donlevy esta casada y 
no tienc que trabajar. Ella dice 
que trabajo bastante cuando estaba 
en la escuela. El senor Davee esta 
trabajando para Buttner. El esta 
el director. El senor Canevazzi esta 
con la tropa de policia del Estado. 
Estaba parando un automovil que 
estaba acelerando pero vio que 
eran dos muchachas bonitas. Les 
sonrlo y las permitio pasar. El 
senor Harlow esta dirigiendo las 
oficinas de "Rogers Print". Leo un 
signo que dice. — "Casa con la 
muchacha. Nos supliron las casa. 
— " El pequeno Harlow vio el signo 
y se caso. La senorita Lacey esta 
ensenando hockey en el Kingston 
High School y su marido esta en 
casa durmiendo. La senorita Tosi 
esta cortando personas en el hos- 
pital. La senorita Dennehy esta 
haciendo "ice cream" para que su 
marido pueda venderla. La seno- 
rita Mangucci esta tocando con la 
orquesta en el teatro Grande de 
Carver. La senorita Bartlett esta 
casada y es la secretaria de su 
marido. La bailadora Worcester 
esta ensenando sus hijas a bailar. 
Ramos tiene su trabajo en la es- 
cuela de Manomet, ensenando. 

Joseph Ramos '30 



Juanito era un nino malo, 

siempre en turbacion. Tenia ca- 

bellos negros, ojos azules, y un tez 


Juanito era permitido sentarse 
a la mesa con la familia. A la mesa 
era muy dificil para su madre y 

su padre callarle. Siempre osio la 
fiada a pesar de las bofetadas de 
sus padres. Tambien escucho siem- 
pre a la conversation y nunca acer- 
to una palabra que era dicho. (Esto 
era muy desafortunado.) Un dia 
el padre de Juanito hablo de la 
riada de la senora Brown, una 

Otro dia Juanito estaba a la casa 
de la senora Brown, quien le dio 
una pieza de tortita. Juanito la 
comio y dijo. 

i Dios mio ! Esta era buena ! 
Aunque mi madre dijo un dia que 
vd. no pudo cocinar pero pienso 
diferente. Mi madre dijo tambien 
que no comeria su riada porque 
era mala y yo estaria enfermo. 

La madre de Juanito era sus- 
pirido el dia prozimo cuando la 
senora Brown no la hablo. 

Hallo despues que Juanito hacia 
una visita. Juanito hallo tambien 
que su madre supo que hacia una 
visita porque despues que su ma- 
drele habia visto pobre Juanito no 
pudo ir a pie. 

Eileen D ennehy '30 
Jamas habia articulado una pala- 
bra hasta ahora 
Silencio y inflexibilidad reclinan 

sobre vd. 
Blancura cubre su cabeza cansado 
Su ojos estan cerrados, 
Su labios estan sellados 
Su cara ha tornado la vida en 

su reposo ; 
Las cosas que Vd. trato de decirme 

cuando vivia, 
Escapo mi comprension entonces — 
Pero ahora, hablay quizas pueda 

ser que Vd. este seguro 
Y me comprende cuando le digo 
asi. Ida Mangucci '30 




Habia dos hombres, uno muy 
perezoso, llamado Juan, y el otro 
muy aplicado que se llamaba Car- 
los. Un dia Juan dijo a Carlos : 

— Vd. es un bobo, mireme, tomo 
la vida mas facil, cuando me gusta 
dor mir, duermo; hago lo que qu- 
iero. Vd. trabaja siempre y no 
gana nada. 

Carlos dijo — Gano dinero ahora 
para mi viejedad. Soy solo en este 

— Eso no es nada. Puede ser 
muerto en este tiempo. — dijo Juan. 
— Pero no esla manera de consid- 
erarlo. Ahora V.. hace lo que Vd. 
piense rnejor y yo hago lo que creo 
mejor, — dijo Carlos. 

— Veinte anos despues los dos 
yo le he visto. 

Juan dijo en una voz media. — He 
estado un bobo yo mismo. No tengo 
nada excepto mucho hambre. Mire ; 
Vd. es un hombre prospero y muy 
contento. El proberbio — "Viene 
ventura a quien la procura" — 
i tiene razon ! Pero ahora es dem- 
asiado tarde. 

Los dos hombres se juntaron a 
pesar de todo. 

Ida Mangucci '30 



Un dia como el sol levanto sobre 
el horizonte de arboles un grande 
oso hermoso y negro se levanto de 
su cama de hojas y bostezo y estre- 
cho su cuerpo grande. 

Con un temblor empezo ir por 
el bosque deteniendo a cada arbol 
y husmeando a los troncos para 
ver si habia algo de miel en los 

Al fin vino a un arbol que estuvo 

Husmeo al tronco y piafo las 
hojas del abierto. 

Habia un pequeno abierto que 
Dertenecio a algunas abejas. Pero 
las abejas habian levantado tam- 
bien y salieron zumbando como un 
circular alrededor del hermoso y 
negro oso, y picandole en todas 
partes posibles. Con un lato de 
dolor el oso corrio a un pequeno 
arroyo y salto en el agua fresco. 

Y entonces el oso supo que "No 
hay miel sin Mel." 0. HARLOW '30 


Another successful season of 
track has come and gone for the 
girls, the Brockton Track Meet 
marking the finish. 

Members of the Girls' Track 
Team of 1930 : 
Arlene Hall : 

A freshman, and a good sport 
Barbara Profetti: 

Also a freshman, and a member 
of the fifty-yard relay team 
Lillian Torrence : 

Anchor man on the fifty-yard 
Jean Rushton : 

Another freshman, and a valu- 
able acquisition to the team. 
"Jeanie's" long legs have made 
her a winner on the field and 
cinder path. She has beaten 
Louise Guy's high jump record. 
Florence Fraser: 

First runner on the fifty-yard 
Pauline Callahan: 

The last but not least of the 
illustrious freshmen. Pauline's 
absence from Brockton lost us at 
least three points. 
Dorothy Cassidy: 

"Dot" can broad-jump as well 
as dance. Too bad she can't be 
outfielder on the baseball team. 
Mary Tracy: 

Her specialty is the high jump, 
but, confidentially, she'd prefer 
to be an assistant baseball coach. 
Katherine Davis: 

"Kitten" is the leader of the 
fifty-yard dash and third runner 
of the 440 relay. With such a 
recommendation, why did she 
feel blue at the Brockton Meet? 
— Ask her. 
Thelma Birnstein: 

Better known as T. B., fooled 
even the coach this year. Not 
only did she do the broad jump 
and baseball throw, but she ap- 
peared at the eleventh hour and 
showed that she could also run. 
We needed her, too, in Brockton. 
Nancy Sears: 

If there is any better candidate 
for the high junro than "Rusty," 
we doubt it. Her height and 

(Continued on page 42) 





L'image qui sert d'en tete du 
department francais dans le "Pil- 
grim" est une copie du premier 
tableau d'une serie de huit tableaux 
peints par Lionel Royer. Ces re- 
marquables peintures se trouvent 
dans le Basilique de Domremy et 
montrent les evenements import- 
ants dans la vie de la Pucelle d' 

La premiere peinture represente 
Jeanne ecoutant les voix celestes. 
Elle est aux champs avec ses mou- 
tons et ses bestiaux. Les saints, 
Michel, Marguerite et Catherine 
lui paraissent, lui tendent une 
epee, un casque et un drapeau et 
lui disent que c'est sa mission 
d'aller se battre pour sauver la 

La deuxieme peinture s'appelle, 
"La Reconnaissance du Roi a Chi- 
non." Pour rnettre sa science a 
l'epreuve, le roi se tient a l'ecart 
quand Jeanne entre dans la salle 
et un seigneur occupe sa place. 
Cependant elle reconnait le vrai 
roi sans hesitation, au grand eton- 
nement de tout le monde. 

La troisieme peinture represente 
l'entree de Jeanne a Orleans. Les 
citoyens, se rejouissant de son ar- 
rivee, accourent, pour remercier 
leur liberatrice. 

La quatrieme montre la bataille 
de Patay, une victoire brillante de 
Jeanne. Cette scene, tres frappante 
est pleine de vie et d'action. 

Sur la cinquieme peinture on 

voit le sacre a Rheims. Le roi est a 
genoux devant l'eveque et la Pu- 
celle derriere lui. La cathedrale est 
pleine declerge et de soldats, et 
ceux — ci levent leur epee au mo- 
ment ou l'event leur epee au mo- 
sur la tete de Charles. 

La sixieme s'appelle, "Le Bucher 
de Rouen/' Un pretre fran§ais 
tient le crucifix devant Jeanne qui 
le regarde fixement pendant que 
les flammes montent. Une foule 
immense la regarde, quelques-uns 
avec compassion et d'autres avec 
satisfaction. Cette scene est tres 
emouvante et montre la sincerite 
et le courage de Jeanne au moment 

Les septieme et huitieme pein- 
tures montrent le contraste entre 
sa premiere communion avec 
d'autres enf ants dans une eglise de 
campagne et sa derniere commun- 
ion tragique en prison, entouree 
de moines et de soldats. 

Dans toutes ces peintures elle 
parait avec un halo pour faire voir 
sa saintete. 

Ainsi dans son village natale on 
peut voir ces belles peintures de sa 
vie extraordinaire. 

Laura Cappannari '30 

En 1431 Jeanne d'Arc finit sa 
mission remarquable a Rouen ou 
elle f ut brulee vive. 

Presque cinq cent ans plus 
tard elle fut canonisee par l'eglise 
catholique et le deuxieme dimanche 
de mai fut declaree la fete offici- 



elle de Jeanne d'Arc. 

Pendant les annees 1929 — 1931 
on la celebre par des ceremonies 
touchantes dans tous les endroits 
par ou elle a passe. La premiere 
ceremonie de cette cinquieme cent- 
enaire se trouva a Domremy, vill- 
age ou Jeanne naquit. La, fut pla- 
cee la premiere de la longue serie 
de pierres qui devaient etre placees 
a toutes les haltes de sa grande mis- 
sion. L'inscription sur chacune des 
pierres est : "sur les routes qui con- 
duisirent notre liberatrice a la 
peine, puis a l'honneur, puis au 

Apres celle de Domremy des 
ceremonies solonnelles eurent lieu 
a Vaucouleurs d'ou elle partit pour 
se rendre aupres du roi de France ; 
a Chinon, a Orleans et a Rheims; 
partout ou elle s'arreta. Dans 
toutes ces villes des ceremonies 
tres impressives eurent lieu et des 
milliers de gens vinrent rendre 
homage a leur heroine nationalle. 
Virginia Anderson '30 


Les Francais aiment beaucoup 
a celebrer les fetes differentes du 
printemps. Meme l'arrivee des cig- 
ognes est fetee. 

Celle-ci est un des premieres 
symptomes de printemps. Les en- 
f ants des villages sont tres heureux 
quand ils voient voler au-dessus 
des toits ces grands oiseaux aux 
ailes noires et a la queue blanche. 

Au moment du retour de la pre- 
miere cigogne, de longs cris de joie 
s'elevent. Tous les enfants se reas- 
semblent sur la place. La, ils tor- 
ment un cercle et chantent une 
vieille ronde avec laquelle depuis 
des siecles on celebre l'arrivee des 

A Haslach on aime beaucoup les 
cigognes parce que, il y a des sie- 
cles, elles ont sauve de famine la 
vallee qui a ete devastee de ver- 
mine. Ces beaux oiseaux sont ar- 
rives comme reponse aux prieres 
des habitants. 

Les cigognes sont tres fideles et 
les habitants croient qu'elles sont 
des courriers de bonheur. Pour la 
jeune fille qui en rencontre une, — 

c'est une prediction de fiancailles. 
Dans les villages d'Alsace sur- 
tout, on voit ces pittoresques 
oiseaux qui nichent sur les toits 
comme de grands plumeaux blancs. 
Ruth Perrier '30 


Dans le derniert numero du "Pil- 
grim" on vous a raconte quelque 
chose de notre correspondance avec 
des eleves en France. Puisque 
maintenant beaucoup de jeunes 
filles ont recu des lettres de leurs 
amies francaises nous desirons 
vous en parler. 

Les eleves francais vont gener- 
alement a l'ecole a 8:30 et y rest- 
ent jusqu'a 11:30. Alors ils sort- 
ent pour dejeuner, reviennent a 
2 :00 et y restent jusqu'a 6 :00. Sans 
doute vous etes un peu etonnes de 
ces heures si longues et aussi re- 
connaissants que vous alliez a l'ecole 
en Amerique. Les eleves francaises 
ont plus d'etudes que nous. Par ex- 
ample, une de nos correspondan- 
tes etudie le francais, l'anglais, 
l'hollandais, le grec, le latin, et les 
mathematiques. Elles Prennent 
leur travail tres au serieux et pres- 
que toutes preparent des examens 
tres difficiles. 

Les jeunes filles ne se livrent pas 
aux sports autant que nous, faute 
de temps peut-etre. Les sports dont 
elles jouissen le plus sont le tennis, 
basket-ball, et la natation." Une 
seule a dit qu'elle est eclaireuse Les 
eclaireuses en France ne sont pas 
organises partout, comme ici. 

Des lettres sont venues de Paris, 
de Rouen, de Versailles, de Mul- 
house, de Bruxelles, et d'autres en- 
droits. Plusieurs parties de la 
France sont ainsi representees et 
aussi la Belgique. 

Beaucoup de nos amies disent 
qu'elles aimeraient visiter l'Ameri- 
que, et nous autres, nous aimerions 
bien aller dans la belle France, 
voir nos amies et admirer les vieux 
monuments interessants dont elles 
nous ont envoye tant de cartes 

Mary Welsh '30 




We congratulate you upon hav- 
ing such original cuts. They 
make a very good introduction 
to your different departments. 
The jokes were good. The lit- 
erature could be improved. 



Your poetry department could 
be enlarged. School news was 
written in a very unusual way. 

We are always very glad 
to receive your neat look- 
ing issues. We are also 
pleased to see a foreign 
department. Where are 
your cuts? School news 
could be made more in- 

A Voluminous publica- 
tion. We enjoyed the lit- 
erature and, having found 
it to be of a high order, 
were somewhat disap- 
pointed with the rest of 
the book. Nevertheless, 
"El Espanol" was good. 

Your literature showed 
considerable improvement 
in the last issue received. 
On the whole, the edito- 
rials were good. The "Phil- 
lipine's Bid for Indepen- 
dence" was very well 
written. Your magazine 
could be read more easily 
if the printing were 
changed. Your cartoons 
could be made more at- 



"The Pilgrim" of Plym- 
outh contains a very com- 
ical sketch, "From a Sales- 
girl's Diary." Also this 
issue has a number of 
fine poems including "The 
Chinese Jar" and "The 
New Treasure." The in- 
terpretations of "I Cannot 
Smile Again Today," arc 
all exceptionally good, es- 
pecially so is "A Circus 


The contrasting colors on 
your cover made it very 
ittractive. Why not change 
the form of your exchange 
column from time to time? 
We think attention and in- 
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in this way. 

A very good magazine. 
Your poetry pages are very 
good. We should like to 
sec more stories in your 
paper. You have an in- 
telligent cut for exchanges. 
"Nonsense" is a very ap- 
propriate heading. 

The Red and Black is always glad to 
receive issues of the League's prize- 
winner. The spring issue, on a whole, 
maintains the standard of previous is- 
sues. Your cover was the most original 
and attractive we have yet seen. The 
editorials as usual were good. Your 
poetry was sufficient and very well 
written. Are you quite sure that your 
foreign departments warrants the time 
and trouble spent in preparing them? 
Your exchange page certainly proved a 
pleasing innovation. A few snapshots 
distributed here and there would 
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The Plymouth High baseball 
team started its season in a very 
discouraging manner, being held 
to no hits and no runs by the Rock- 
land ace, Darling, who pitched per- 
fect balls while his team-mates 
found the local pitchers for nine 

The potential power of our team 
was demonstrated at Middleboro, 
when behind the air-tight pitching 
of McLean, the boys played sen- 
sationally and batted out an eight 
to three victory. 

The next week the team col- 
lapsed, and before it had come out 
of its slump, two games were lost 
to Hingham by large scores. Al- 
though the boys scored enough 
runs in these two games to win 
three or four contests, Hingham's 
heavy sluggers were not to be out- 
done, and no Plymouth pitching 
could stop the barrage of hits 
that rang from the opponents' bats. 

In the return game at Rockland, 
the Plymouth team was set for re- 
venge, and victory seemed certain 
when, in the sixth inning, success- 
ive hits brought in seven runs to 
put our boys in the lead. Even 
Darling, Rockland's star hurler 
who came in as relief pitcher, 
could not stop the hitting streak, 
and two of the first three batters 
to face him hit safely. Then the 
question arose as to Vecchi's right 
to score on a passed ball and, as no 
agreement could be reached, the 
the game was called. 

In the last two games a com- 
pletely reorganized team out-hitted, 
out-smarted, and out-played two 
of the best teams in the district. 
Heavy hitting, and daring base 
running by the Plymouth team, 
were the ruination of three Middle- 

boro pitchers, with the result that 
a fourteen to nine victory was 
chalked up by the local team. This 
same snappy brand of baseball 
trought an eight to six victory to 
the home team in the game with 
Bridgewater, and at last a wining 
combination seems to have been 
assembled. Two games still remain 
to be played, and victories are ex- 
pected by the home team. 

(Continued from page 38 I 

length of limb have made her 
record 4 ft. 4 in., but the pres- 
ence of a particular sophomore 
is absolutely essential to perfect 
the record. 
Harriett Donlevy : 

"Happy" specializes in the hun- 
dred yard dash and as anchor 
man on the 440 relay. It must be 
the stride she has, but a Scotch- 
man timing her helps her to 
cross the finish line in the lead. 
The girls appreciate the help 
that Mr. Smith has given them. 
He was rather disappointed in the 
team at first, but now he has to 
admit he feels a little proud of 
those girls who helped to win the 
new shield. 

All sports are over, now, for the 
senior girls, and here are the re- 
sults of the track season : 
Interclass meet Points 

Freshmen 28 

Juniors 241/4 

Seniors 21 1/2 

Sophomores 12 

May 1 Abington 

Plymouth 2 9 1/0 

Abington 21 

May 22 Hingham 

Hingham 29 

Plymouth 26 

May 31 Brockton 

Hingham 44 

Plymouth 27 

Abington 18 



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Led by Captain Davee, a con- 
stant winner in the dashes, the 
track team has definitely estab- 
lished itself as the champions of 
the South Shore. 

The only great blot on its record 
is the decisive defeat suffered at 
the hands of Fairhaven, a much 
larger school, that found Plymouth 
in low spirits and easy to beat. 

Although this was due to poor 
representation, Plymouth took only 
third place at the indoor meet 
held this winter. The defeat was 
revenged by a great victory over 
Abington, the winning team, in a 
dual meet held on the Lincoln 
Street playground. The home team 
piled up points in the running 
events to win by a sixty-eight to 
twenty-seven score. 

All claims to championship were 
upheld when the Plymouth boys 
came home from the Brockton 
South Shore Inter-Scholastics with 
the shield of victory, champions 
for the third successive year. 

Delmo Enagonio '30 

In basketball Plymouth also had 
a very strong team, winning all 
except three of the scheduled 
games; one with Tabor, one with 
New Bedford, and another at 
North Attleboro. The first two 
losses were revenged by stirring 
victories when these teams jour- 
neyed to Plymouth. At the Brock- 
ton Tournament the Plymouth 
team played several good games, 
being beaten in the final game for 
the championship by the narrow 
margin of one single point. 

Another championship was an- 
nexed by the swimming team at 
the district meet held this winter 
in the Brockton "Y". 

The baseball team has been play- 
ing a very inconsistent game, los- 
ing to weak teams and beating the 
stronger ones. At the present 
writing it has won the last two 
games over the strongest teams in 
the district, and a winning combi- 
nation seems to have been assem- 

Delmo Enagonio '30 


Looking back over the year's ac- 
complishments in the field of sport, 
we find the Plymouth High has 
been a power in the athletic con- 
tests on the South Shore. 

To begin with, the football 
championship gained by last year's 
team was not only retained, but 
retained in a spectacular manner. 
In doing this a most remarkable 
record was established, a record 
of scoring three hundred and eight- 
een points while remaining un- 
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Around the World in a Day 

Possible? Surely, with a group 
of ambitious Boy Scouts the world 
is truly small. Jules Verne could 
easily be beaten at the Jamboree. 

The maps at the Jamboree were 
different from those of today, so 
a trip around the world was sure 
to be different. We obtained per- 
mission to leave the American 
Camp on a prolonged leave of 
absence, and crossed "Wild Boar 
Alley" into Germany. There we 
met our friends practicing camp- 
fire songs, and, as far as the 
English language was concerned, 
they needed plenty of practice. 

From Germany we crossed an- 
other ocean, "The Sea of Mud," 
and found ourselves in Chile. The 
reception was rather "cold" as we 
found no one at home. 

From there we meandered over 
to an inviting country, being met 
on the line by a smiling Czecho- 
Slovakian who showed us his camp 
and friends, speaking fluent Eng- 
lish all the time. 

From Czecho-Slovakia we slid 
down to solid ground, Holland. The 
Dutch boys had rigged up a device 
to shovel away the mud, and we 
stayed a long time in their country, 
taking advantage of the solidity 
of the ground. 

Turning, we entered Denmark's 
back-door and there across that 
"sea" was the good old U. S., but 
we had barely started. 

India with its magnificant gate- 
way and beautiful topographical 
maps proved intensly interesting. 
The natives did also, speaking 
English like natives. 

Japan was our next port of call, 
and, while we were busily engaged 
in examining one of her fish- 
shaped flags, we were suddenly 

surrounded by the worst pests of 
all times. They weren't the Japa- 
nese ; they were autograph seekers. 

After escaping them, we encoun- 
tered an American friend who had 
his arm in a sling. He greeted us 
with a wave of that arm and glee- 
fully explained that he couldn't 
sign another autograph book. It 
took some time for us to get the 
real significance of what he said, 
but he was only trying to deceive 
other people, not us. 

Jamaica greeted us with ba- 
nanas — and then we saw Belgium. 
Rows of tents and patrol flags gave 
a homelike appearance. 

France with its "Eiffel Tower" 
surely was interesting. It stood 
about fifty feet high and was a 
striking landmark. This architec- 
tural marvel was made of staves, 
lashed together with twine, a true 
scout-like project. 

Ireland was next with its unique 
hut and drinking fountain where 
everyone was invited to fill up with 
"Irish Scout Spirit." 

Then we went from Hungary to 
Scotland. The Scottish bag-pipers 
favored us with a few tunes, where- 
upon we expressed our desire to 
blow one of the instruments, but 
the boys were very careful of their 
wierd-sounding bag-pipes. 

Canada was the country of 
marked efficiency and team-work. 
All her equipment was in the best 
of shape and order. 

London, with its "Tower Gate" 
built to the plan of the famous 
Tower Bridge, and Sweden with 
its hospitality and fun ! 

Suddenly we heard a loud ex- 
plosion. War? No, only the signal 
that one more day was over. We 
trudged back to America thorough- 
ly exhausted but happy at having 
seen all that was possible and at 
having made some new friends. 
Oh ! for another day like that one ! 
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